Hard

Author's Note: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy!

Hard
by Fidget

Meddy Gordon was like many other beautiful young women in their mid-20s in that she made men hard. The difference was that in Meddy's case the effect was permanent.

Apparently it was the result of an ancient family curse of some sort, something to do with why they had changed their surname to the close-sounding "Gordon" in the first place. In Meddy's case the curse manifested in priapism for her lovers: any man who stared directly at her uncovered cooch soon found that his boner wouldn't go away and that he had developed a corresponding incurable obsession with fucking her. In characteristically cryptic fashion, the Gordons' close family friend Patty Delphine said that the curse would "yield for a love that was pure and untainted by lust of her body".

Not that Meddy had cared either way. She was young and wild, and once she'd seen how shallow the horny young men at her university were, how they only seemed to care about sex and were more than willing to emotionally manipulate Meddy's girlfriends to get it, she had no qualms whatsoever about giving the boys exactly what they wanted.

Plus, her sexy body had powerful needs and urges of its own, and to twenty-year-old Meddy there was nothing on earth as satisfying as feeling a curse-stiffened phallus pounding her pussy while lustful male eyes stared through her, blank as stone.

Meddy's experiences quickly taught her that sex was a selfish, purely physical act, an exercise in taking pleasure for oneself even when it came at a partner's expense. So, with the power to turn any man who expressed even a hint of lust for her tight, college-aged figure into a permanently stiff, delightfully rigid sex toy after single glance at her pussy, Meddy indulged in that pleasure as often as she liked.

She left her men satisfied initially - her rock-hard partners couldn't help but cum once they'd been inside her long enough, and that first orgasm with Meddy was by far the most intense sexual pleasure the men would ever experience - but eventually they would notice that their cocks weren't calming down afterward, and that they were still just as hard and insistent as when they'd first set their greedy eyes on Meddy's tempting little snatch. Worse, they found their thoughts becoming increasingly fixated on that snatch, and on just how badly they were starting to want to get their now-permanent boners back inside it.

When she was horny enough, Meddy would sometimes even let them, or at least the ones with the biggest, most satisfying cocks. In general, though, Meddy ignored her former playthings; she was constantly fucking the most sexually aggressive men on campus, after all, and seeing their behavior grow increasingly fawning and sycophantic as they became obsessed with her pussy filled Meddy with even more contempt for them than she already felt. Their eyes never even made it above her navel once they'd been inside her, and so, if they weren't packing, Meddy sent them away. They would obey - her victims always did - but as they retreated they'd awkwardly look over their shoulders, desperate to keep their eyes on Meddy's crotch for as long as possible, even through her clothes.

By the time Meddy graduated, fully a tenth of the male population on campus had been reduced to useless, antisocial gooners, constantly forced to hide the bulges of their rock-hard, permanent erections on the rare occasions that they went out in public. Their grades fell off a cliff, and the vast majority eventually dropped out. They spent the rest of their time obsessively jerking it to Meddy in the privacy of their rooms, with their stiff, insistent little cocks protruding uncomfortably from their torsos and constantly demanding their attention, forever unsatisfied even as they furiously stroked to the memory of being inside Meddy's cunt, until they spurted impotently all over themselves only to immediately start the process over again from the beginning.

And all from a single glance at Meddy's cute, innocent little pussy.

A positive side-effect of Meddy's horny crusade to turn all of the sex pests on campus into her helpless, permanently-erect thralls was that as the number of men who saw her pussy grew, the number of toxic assholes on campus desperate for sex decreased, and the number of healthy relationships skyrocketed. All of Meddy's closest girlfriends found great guys to settle down with, and most of them had MRS degrees with kids on the way by the time they graduated.

All except Meddy. She was happy for her friends, of course, but by the time she finished her degree, she too was beginning to feel that desire to settle down. She still had the same high libido, and by this point she had effectively addicted herself to the desperate, mindless fucking she received on a daily basis, but though her body's lusts were satisfied, the constant emotionless sex with a revolving door of one-dimensional fuckboys was beginning to take a toll on her psyche. In spite of her ability to have any man she wanted at anytime, for the first time in her life Meddy was beginning to experience loneliness. Yes, she still wanted just as much rough, passionate sex, but she also wanted that sex to come with stability and a genuine emotional connection.

The problem, as she had already discovered in college, was that the nice guys seemed to fall victim to her pussy just as inevitably as the assholes did. After her friends had expressed concern that Meddy was going home with a different douchebag every night, she'd allowed them to start setting her up with decent guys for a change. Unfortunately, while the boys were kind to her initially, and the dates went fine, they all ended the same way: with the nice guys permanently rock-hard and obsessed with jackhammering their members into Meddy's cocksheath once they'd laid eyes on it. Meddy had soon given up, and had gone back to ensnaring entitled frat boys instead. She still pity-fucked these particular nice guys from time to time, but the kindness they'd shown her was long gone, and when they plowed her with their inflamed, discolored phalluses, it was with the same single-minded, empty focus on her pussy that all of her victims showed.

So, after college Meddy felt she had no choice but to continue her uninhibited, one-night-stand lifestyle. She trolled bars and danced at clubs, always showing off her tight body and making herself available to be felt up or taken advantage of to find her prey. She'd feign reluctance to give them a fair chance, and then finally allow herself to be taken home, where she'd act coy and shy as her victim kissed and touched her, constantly "being persuaded" to let them to go further and further with her body. The game never failed to turn Meddy on, especially knowing what was coming.

Eventually, of course, they'd pull up her skirt and her cute little pussy would come into view, and their eyes would fall into it like a dying star into a black hole, never to re-emerge. Then Meddy would watch, fascinated, wondering what those horny men must be experiencing in that singularity, and their naked erections would grow even harder against her body, pulsating with sudden intensity as they pressed themselves down on her and sought out her most intimate recesses. She'd get off, and they'd get off, and they'd go their separate ways - Meddy temporarily sated, her victim permanently starved.

Her ennui and loneliness only increased as the years of empty, purely physical connections went by, but even as she tired of going through the same motions, night after night, one thing Meddy never tired of was the sex itself. Whether it was something she had conditioned into after years as a predator, Meddy just couldn't get enough of her body being held down like that as her pussy was passionlessly pounded by permafrost cocksicles, and she came hard and frequently.

Every few months, however, Meddy would get her hopes up and seek out a nice guy to see if he was the one who would finally overcome her curse. But while she'd inevitably end up with a viscerally satisfying fuck after these attempts, it was never with a man who could resist the call of her cunt.

After a particularly disheartening string of such failures, leaving a series of ruined, statuesque nice-guy schlongs in her wake, Meddy began to get frustrated. Why can't men stop being such horndogs for the five goddamn seconds it takes to form an emotional connection!? she asked herself. Hell, maybe the curse isn't even the problem - it's men. If I can put my libido aside to try to find true love, there's no reason men can't do so as well.

In fact, the more Meddy thought about it, the more certain she became. They were the ones making themselves susceptible to her pussy in the first place by lusting after her body, after all, when all they had to do was value her as a person and they could have all of her.

So, Meddy started taking her revenge. Where before she had limited herself to assholes when she had her fun, she now began pursuing men indiscriminately. Naughty or nice, single or married, if Meddy could successfully lure them back to her place, she told herself that they deserved what they got.

She also stopped letting them cum. Any of them. They were all equally at fault, all equally guilty and unable to resist her pussy, and so they all equally deserved to be punished. Meddy flirted shamelessly, and the men couldn't help but fall victim to her beautiful face, the sweet, innocent sound of her voice, and the feminine curves of her petite body. They'd follow her to her lair, where she'd tease them into a frenzy before finally exposing her pussy to their horny eyes, and without fail their little cocks would get all hard, and their minds would empty of all thought other than fucking her.

So, Meddy would give them what they wanted. She'd straddle them and tease her entrance against the tips of their cocks, now rigid and towering above the rest of their torsos, before allowing them to sink into the pussy that they now craved so badly. Then she'd take her own pleasure from them, riding with abandon but making sure to get herself off before they could. Luckily, with how much it turned her on seeing them like this and feeling them rock-hard inside her, her orgasms came frequently.

Finally, once Meddy was sweaty and sated, she'd luxuriously slide herself off their frozen meat dildos, deaf to their pleas to let them back into her pussy for just one more second, and she'd throw them out, empty shells of their former selves, cocks hard as marble, balls swollen and blue, never to be satisfied.

And then, unexpectedly, she met Alan.

She originally intended for Alan to be one of her victims, having fixated on him in line at the grocery store for his rugged good looks. She used every one of her finely-tuned feminine wiles to get a rise out of him, but no matter what she did Alan refused to accompany her back to her place. He did, however, ask her to dinner, and he was uncommonly respectful as he did so.

When she showed up to the restaurant in one of her sluttiest dinner outfits she was surprised to find that, other than an initial compliment about how nice she looked, Alan didn't comment on her body for the rest of the night, and his eyes never fell below hers. In fact, none of the slutty tactics that normally sent men's blood flooding down into their cocks seemed to work on him at all. All Alan seemed to want to do was find out more about Meddy, and what they had in common. He even resisted Meddy's doe-eyed, cleavage-enhanced offer of a good-night kiss at the end of the evening, chastely treated her to a warm smile that made Meddy melt a bit instead, and gently closing her door behind her.

Playing hard to get, huh? Meddy thought to herself once he was gone. If anything she was all the more impatient to seduce Alan and have her way with him now for having the audacity to resist her enticements for the entire day. He was a man after all, and the one thing that Meddy had become absolutely certain of about men in her years of dating was that they all wanted to fuck her.

So, when Alan asked her to dinner again the following week, she eagerly accepted. Once more, however, she was disappointed to find that he only wanted to talk about her, and after a few more dates, Meddy was surprised to find herself not only enjoying the time that they were spending together, but even forgetting about her plans to ensnare and ruin him at the end of each night.

She began genuinely looking forward to their dates. They had similar senses of humor, got along well, and, most confusingly of all, Alan never pressured or even hinted at taking their relationship to the next level. One day Meddy outright asked him why he hadn't made a move on her yet, but he only laughed and said that there was no rush, and that if it was supposed to happen, he was sure that it would.

After another month of spending more and more time together, Meddy finally had to face the fact that she was falling for a man for the first time in her life. And then, when they spontaneously kissed the following week, on a beautiful nature trail running beside a babbling brook, the unfamiliar fluttering in her stomach let Meddy know that she was in love.

Things continued to escalate, with their kisses becoming longer, deeper, and more physical over the next few months, until Meddy was left panting with a desire so similar, and yet so different from the powerful lusts she'd experienced her entire adult life.

Finally, one day, as they necked on the couch in Meddy's apartment and Alan's strong hands played delightfully under her shirt, Meddy forced herself to pull away from him, look deep into his warm, brown eyes, and tell him about the curse.

Alan sat, listening patiently as Meddy told him her life story, sparing none of the salacious details of her decade of making men hard. At the end of her tale, she looked up at him, eyebrow furrowed, and said, "You don't believe me, do you?"

He took her hand. "It's a crazy story, but unless this is an excuse to break up with me, I don't see any reason for you to lie. I believe you."

Meddy exhaled in relief, but the look on her face grew even more troubled. "Then you know why I have to leave you," Meddy said, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. "I don't want to hurt you like that."

"Meddy," Alan began, and she couldn't help but be put at easy by his soothing baritone. "I don't understand anything about this curse, but do know that I want to be with you. Not for sex, but for you. If you don't want us to have sex because you're worried about the curse, that's fine with me. I just want to be with you, and I won't let anything stand in the way of that, curse or no curse."

Meddy was smiling so wide that she thought her heart might burst for joy. "Ok. We'll take things slowly."

And so they did. Their relationship continued to develop, and while they both continued to enjoy the physical side of their relationship, as far as they had taken it, Meddy never hinted that she wanted to take things any further, and once again Alan never pressed her.

Everything was wonderful, and Meddy had never been happier in her life. The purity of her love with Alan was beyond anything she had ever experienced - he was the perfect gentleman, never showing any sign that he needed more than the happiness of just existing together.

And then the most natural thing in the world happened: Meddy got horny. At this point it had been months since she had gotten her pussy properly pounded, and with her naturally high libido and the frequency with which she was used to scratching that carnal itch, her self-imposed celibacy was beginning to wear on her. Meddy's slutty clothes and behavior started to creep back out around Alan, and while he was still a perfect gentleman about it, Meddy could tell that the way she was brazenly throwing her body at him would eventually take its toll. It was time for them to have sex, and they both knew it.

So, that night Meddy finally took the man of her dreams back to her lair, ready to give herself to him for the first time. Alan could feel her shaking, and he pulled her against him, looked down into her eyes, and said that nothing in the world could change the way he felt about her.

Meddy relaxed against his strong chest, and as she felt things heating up between their bodies, she slowly began to undress.

Once more they took their time, enjoying the excitement that came with each new piece of clothing that fell away from skin beginning to flush with sexual arousal.

Soon Alan was naked on the bed, and Meddy was beside him wearing nothing but a pair of cute, lacy underwear. She slid her thumbs under the elastic material and then looked up at Alan, suddenly hesitant and self-conscious about exposing herself to a man for the first time.

His smile was soft, steadfast, and encouraging, and the thumbs began slowly sliding down her legs, allowing first the smooth skin and neatly trimmed pubic hair of her cute little mound to come into view. The thin fabric continued to lower, and the curve of puffy vulva, and, finally, pouty pink labia peeked out at him. And then it was done. Alan was finally staring directly down the barrel of Meddy's enchanted pussy..

"Well?" Her voice quavered, and her cheeks were bright with trepidation and uncharacteristic embarrassment. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful," he said sweetly, and then raised his warm brown eyes to hers. "But only because you're beautiful."

Meddy sighed in relieved happiness and melted against him.

Alan sighed too in unexpected pleasure as his cock suddenly began to harden against her torso, and his sigh quickly became a moan.

Meddy moaned in response, caught up in the addictive euphoria of finally having sex with a guy who loved her solely for who she was. She felt his torso begin moving against hers and welcomed it, giving herself up to the sensation and allowing Alan to press himself against her and seek her tingly little entrance with his throbbing staff.

Meddy's soft mound felt amazing against Alan's cock, and it was just so easy to go with the flow and let the tip of it slide luxuriously into the soft darkness between Maddy's slick lips. Once he had, though, and his swollen glans was nestled inside the folds of her entrance, Alan suddenly realized that it wasn't enough; he needed to be deeper inside that pussy, to feel more of it wrapped around his thick, still-hardening cock. 

"Oh Alan," Meddy sighed in satisfaction as she felt him assert himself, using his arms to hold her down beneath his hard body as his cock squeezed itself even deeper into her tight slit. Feeling her man take charge like this was exactly what she'd been needing. It was making her melt in his arms even as her appetite for sex grew more and more voracious.

Alan moaned right back as he continued to pursue the sensation around his cock. All too soon he felt himself bottom out, and Meddy smiled earnestly up at the dark intensity in his eyes as he stared back down at her. She could feel his cock frantically twitching inside her abdomen, and she felt another flutter of ecstasy at just how good it felt to finally experience a man actually being turned on by her, and not just her enchanted vagina.

Now that he had run out of dick to stick deep inside that magnetic hole, Alan was busy flexing his cock against Meddy's silky walls, trying to drive his cock even a millimeter deeper into that seemingly endless pleasure pit. It called to him, begged him to discover the secret of its innermost depths. His cock was concrete. It was a slab of rigid, pulsing granite, and he realized that he needed more. He had to try again.

Meddy sighed in pleasure as he finally withdraw, feeling the contours of his thick member rubbing just right against her slick, sensitive tunnel as he slid out of her. It was just so wonderful, so fulfilling to finally be making love instead of just blindly obeying their urges to fuck like animals. It had taken almost a decade, but Meddy had finally grown up. She affectionately wrapped her hands around her man's hips as he thrust back into her, welcoming him back inside and feeling his cockhead swell with the sensation of her.

Alan groaned with frustration as his cock once again bottomed out short of where he knew he needed to be. He would have to try again. His cock was even harder now, a throbbing rod of purple steel. He vaguely felt Meddy's hands gently rubbing the hard muscles of his ass and hips. He ignored the sensation.

He thrust inside again. He had to get deeper. His cock got even harder. He imagined it stretching out into an unyielding pole of power, long and thick enough to finally plumb those depths that called to him to reach just a little further, to plunge himself just a bit deeper. Again he fell short.

He thrust again. His cock got harder. He was a tower of titanium wrapped in pink velvet; with plenty of room to house his entire being inside those tight, pouty lips, deep in that tight, slick tunnel. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.

Meddy's engine was revving like she'd never experienced before. There was physical pleasure, sure, but that pleasure was multiplied by the satisfaction of knowing that Alan was there for her, not just to get his dick wet like all of the men before him. For the first time in her life Meddy knew what it was to be, not two bodies each chasing their own pleasure, cold and isolated, but one single burning flame working to produce something beautiful. She and Alan had a connection, and connection was sexy. Meddy's arousal climbed higher and higher.

Alan couldn't care less. He wasn't even thinking about Meddy anymore; his entire world revolved around Meddy's slick cunt, and the sensation of sliding himself in and out of it, over and over again, completely devoted to exploring the labyrinthine recesses of Meddy's enticing snatch. He was adamant, crystallized by what felt like an eternity of blissful pressure deep inside Mother Gaia.

He was so close to his goal. His cock was so hard. It dominated all of his thoughts.

Meddy's arousal was boiling over, and she felt the beginnings of that unbearable, pleasant tightness that meant that she was about to cum. She wrapped her legs around Alan and let the sensation wash over her.

"Oh God, yes Alan! It's you! It's always been you!" He continued to pound the pleasure into her, unrelenting, forcing her over the edge. She wrapped herself around him as tightly as she could, swooning in the feel of her soft breasts against his hard, masculine chest as she began to convulse and the pleasure of her release began to surge through her. "Do it! Cum in me and make me yours!"

Alan ignored her and squeezed himself in one last time. He was almost there. He pressed himself deeper, past the pressure that was suddenly building at the base of his cock. Just a little further. The pressure got more intense, and he felt himself beginning to lose control. He tried to thrust even harder, to get one more millimeter closer to his goal, but the sensation was more than he could take. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life.

At that moment a dam broke deep inside him; Alan had been a solid mountain of chiseled stone, but now he was erupting. He shuddered as he felt the hot magma pumping through him, filling all the crevices of Meddy's tight, slick depths. It was the most pleasure he'd even felt in his life, and he thrust his shaft of throbbing marble as deeply inside her as it would go as it continued to spasm and jerk and pump.

Maddy screamed as they came together, focused entirely on her man and his pleasure, just as she knew that he was entirely focused on her. She opened herself up and took his cock as deeply as she could, making sure all of his creamy love got inside, sure that this was the man she wanted to spend her life with.

She smiled happily up at him once they were finished, almost giggling at how stern he looked as he stared blankly back down at her.

"I love you, Alan."

Alan had honestly forgotten that she was there. Meddy saw awareness come back into his eyes as he mumbled, "Oh yeah, I love you too, uh, babe."

That wasn't exactly how she'd expected his reaction to making love with her for the first time, but she gently pulled herself off of his still-hard cock and snuggled up against her lover happily nonetheless.

Alan too was enjoying feeling Meddy's body curled up against his, but mostly because her pelvis was so close to his. His cock was still hard - distractingly, almost overwhelmingly so - and for some reason all he could think about was how close he had gotten to his goal in the depths of her slick pussy. It was right there, inches from the tip of his rock-hard cock, and it was kinda making him want to…

"Uh, hey Meddy?"

"Yeah?" His eyes were looking through hers with manic intensity.

"You think we could do that again? I uh, I kinda really want to."

Finally Meddy noticed the engorged phallus pressing painfully against her mons, and she allowed herself to read the signs that she knew had been there from the beginning. She glanced down at his cock, and her chest tightened as her heart grew hard as stone.

"Oh, Alan, I thought for sure that you were the one," she whispered wistfully.

"I'm whatever you want me to be, babe. Just let me back inside. I need to go deeper."

Well, Meddy sighed to herself as she swung a leg over his torso and felt his engorged cock slide back into her cummy pleasure pocket, I suppose a cock like that deserves at least one more ride.

They pounded their bodies relentlessly against each other, like a wave crashing against the rocks, and they felt nothing.

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